Chu Yan's voice suddenly became colder, and the murderous intent in his eyes as he stared at the antelope was released without any concealment.
The sudden cold killing intent made the antelope's breathing difficult for a moment. It was a feeling of being shrouded in death. It was mysterious and invisible, but it could be felt.
Antelope knows very well that he has no retreat now, so staying tough is the only option.
It took a long time for the antelope to adjust its breathing, and then nodded, looking at Chu Yan with the look of a broken jar, and said: "Yes, I have nothing for a long time, and death can be regarded as a kind of relief for me.
, if you dare to take action, then come, anyway, I have no ability to resist now, I can only let you slaughter me."
It took a lot of effort for Antelope to finish his words. After finishing speaking, Chu Yan nodded and said: "Okay, I believe you. It is a good thing not to be afraid of death. However, you have nothing."
After Chu Yan said this, he wiped Antelope's cell phone clean and put it back in its original place, then turned and walked towards the door of the room.
Before opening the door, Chu Yan looked back at the antelope, then showed a weird smile that made the antelope's heart skip a beat, and then said: "Have fun."
After Chu Yan finished speaking, he opened the door and four handsomely dressed men walked in from the outside.
Antelope saw the four men who seemed to have transvestism, and an extremely ominous feeling suddenly arose in his mind, because behind the four "dressed" men, a guy walked in with a camera in his hand.
The antelope is neither stupid nor stupid. He knows what the situation in front of him represents.
It's just that Chu Yan has already left. Even if he wants to be subdued, he may not have a chance.
The four handsome men looked at the handcuffed antelope, their eyes suddenly lit up, and they came to the bedside in a moment, staring at the antelope as if they were looking at a naked little sheep!
"Okay, the lighting is ready, the vision is ready, everything is ready, start the machine!"
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Chu Yan didn't go too far after leaving the Hilton Hotel. He knew that the Antelope problem must be completely solved today. Chu Yan didn't like long nights and many dreams.
I drove away from the Hilton Hotel, drove about ten kilometers south, and then stopped at the door of a coffee shop.
In the evening, the best place to spend time is undoubtedly a coffee shop. According to Chu Yan's calculations, there should be only three to five hours in a few nights, and Antelope may not have a chance to leave the hotel.
Chu Yan usually doesn't have that much bad taste, but the antelope he met today really made him a little annoyed. In addition to what the antelope was doing, he simply followed the existing conditions and created some unforgettable memories.
I hope the antelope will regret its persistence.
Sitting in the cafe drinking coffee, Chu Yan's eyes fell out of the window, looking at the occasional pedestrians walking by on the street, and he felt an indescribable peace in his heart.
The antelope must be killed, and Chu Yan would not change this even if he was in a calm mood.
But now besides the antelope, there is another George who needs to be dealt with as soon as possible.
Killing to stop killing has never been Chu Yan's favorite method, but at special times, the most direct method is often the most effective.
As time passed, the night outside the window gradually became darker. It was not because the night was too dark, but because it was cloudy and the raindrops were falling gently at this moment.
Rainy nights always make people sentimental. Chu Yan only drank a few sips of his coffee. Sitting in his seat in a daze was something Chu Yan hadn't done in a while. Occasionally dazing in a daze was actually quite bourgeois.
Outside the window, the raindrops gradually began to increase, and the number of pedestrians on the road also increased inexplicably at this moment.
Maybe, many people like to walk in the drizzle.
Chu Yan's eyes wandered casually under the street lights, with no visual focus. He was just looking at the people coming and going, and feeling a little emotional at the same time.
However, in Chu Yan's sight, a figure suddenly appeared.
The figure held a white transparent umbrella in his hand. His expression was slightly sad, as if he had a tacit understanding. The figure holding the transparent umbrella stopped, turned around, and his eyes met Chu Yan.
Chu Yan looked at the figure across the street, couldn't help but smile and nodded, then stretched out his hand to say hello.
The girl crossed the road, came to the cafe, and sat down opposite Chu Yan.
"Chu Yan, long time no see. Isn't it too lonely to drink coffee alone?"
The girl's voice was indescribably clear, and Chu Yan smiled and shook his head, saying: "I'm not alone, but you. The Miss Murong Wanruo in my impression is not what she is now. When did she start playing with the little fresh things?
Route?"
When it comes to freshness, Murong Wanruo realizes that her dress today is really quite the same. Compared with her previous style, although it is a little less domineering, it is a little more gentle and unbearable to look at.
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Murong Wanruo lowered his head and looked at his wet high-heeled sandals, frowning slightly, as if he was not used to seeing his shoes dirty.
A arrogant princess is an arrogant princess, and no matter how cute and fresh she is, she can't hide this.
Chu Yan looked at Murong Wanruo's worried look and couldn't help but smile and said softly: "Wanruo, what's going on with you? You're worried, and you've made yourself look like this, which suits you. Do you want to find someone?
Complain your grievances, but I have been sitting across from you."
Chu Yan's teasing made Murong Wanruo couldn't help but smile. Then he raised his head, waved to the waiter, and asked for a glass of freshly squeezed lemon juice. Then he said to Chu Yan: "Actually, it's nothing. The matter last time was resolved smoothly.
,Thank you for the car."
Murong Wanruo's words came from the bottom of his heart. After hearing this, Chu Yan directly changed the direction of his guess. Since it was not a family matter, it was probably Murong Wanruo's own matter.
For a girl around twenty years old, the only thing that can trouble her is probably feelings.
The environment where Murong Wanruo grew up was all kinds of splendid, and she had no worries about food and clothing.
Therefore, what worries Murong Wanruo can only be her own feelings. The feelings of a little girl are still very rich and ever-changing, making it difficult to grasp.
Murong Wanruo seemed to be planning to tell Chu Yan her story, but she was curious about why Chu Yan came here to drink coffee alone.
Ignoring Chu Yan's questions for the time being, Murong Wanruo looked at Chu Yan with curious eyes and blurted out questions.
"Chu Yan, you are here drinking coffee alone so late. What happened?"
Chu Yan didn't expect Murong Wanruo to be so curious. This kind of question was reasonable, but it was beyond Chu Yan's expectation.
After all, Chu Yan is here waiting for news that several grown men are filming an adult love movie. If he tells this, Murong Wanruo will probably not believe it.
So after Murong Wanruo's question came out, Chu Yan smiled and shook his head, saying: "Actually, it's nothing, I'm just waiting for someone here."
Waiting for others, this is a very versatile reason and excuse, which can at least solve most of the inquiries when a single person appears.
After hearing Chu Yan's answer, Murong Wanruo nodded subconsciously and said to himself: "I think so. How boring is it for a grown man to come here to drink coffee alone."
Murong Wanruo opened her chatterbox and soon looked sad in front of Chu Yan.
"Wanruo, what happened? Tell me, I'm a good listener." Chu Yan picked up the coffee and took a sip.
Murong Wanruo took a deep breath, and then let out a long sigh. The whole process was as smooth as a flow.
Apparently, Murong Wanruo had been bothered by her troubles for a day and a half, and his sighs had begun to take shape.
"Actually, it's nothing." Murong Wanruo nodded, and as soon as he let go, Chu Yan knew that she was going to tell her own story.
Before Murong Wanruo spoke, Chu Yan lowered his head and looked at the time. It was very early, so now Chu Yan had enough time to listen to Murong Wanruo's complaints.
"Say, I'll listen." Chu Yan nodded, picked up the coffee and tasted it slowly.